PART 3: Escaped
In the interrogation room, sat Henley with Agent Gibbs. They were glaring at one another. "We have you for all these bombings." He said, pushing forward all the crime scene photos from each case. "It was that young CSI that took those right? Good job he did."
They'd picked him up from the meth lab. The sailors were arrested and found guilty and dishonorably discharged. Ryan was watching the interrogation with Tony. "Wolfe, are you okay?" He asked his cousin who did look generally anxious. "Yeah, yeah.. Tony, I'm good." He retorted, staring at the man who appeared to be looking at him despite not being able to actually see through the tinted windows.
He made a gun shape with his hand. "Click, click.." the bomber pretended to set back the gun, then he pretended to fire at him. "Boom." An evil smirk formed upon his face. Ryan folded his arms. He had to not let this man get inside his head. Otherwise he'd die without ever being able to prevent it. He had to stop Alix. Now they had the man they were after, it would make things a lot easier. Henley wouldn't be leaving that room until there was some information gathered by S.A. Gibbs.
Tony whispered something to him in Italian that did reassure him a bit. "Ok." was all he replied with, leaving the observation room. Tim gave his co-worker a funny look. "What did you say to him?" "I told him to use that heart of his, Probie. He's smart but doesn't always know what to do with his knowledge." McGee hadn't seen this side of the older man. The side that cared about his family. But family was family. And he wasn't going to let his cousin that had a price on his head be in danger on his own. He couldn't. That would violate any sort of family morals he had. Family comes first.
Kate just smiled. She knew he'd make sense of his cousin's words and seeing the compassionate side of DiNozzo made her want to know more. "I didn't take you for the family oriented type." "..And I didn't take you for mortal combat maniac when I first met you." Todd jokingly elbowed him, in which he laughed. Tony really didn't mind when he and Kate got along. When they made each other laugh and could only have the greatest conversations. She had been the first partner he hadn't actually disliked. Because he liked Special Agent Todd a lot.
Meanwhile, Ryan rushed down to Abby's lab. "Hey Abs, can I borrow your computer?" "Sure." She pointed through the glass door to her desk. He thanked her and quickly made his way over to it, sitting down at the chair and quickly began typing. The forensic scientist did get a bit curious as he was typing quite quickly. And nobody ever typed anywhere close to McGee's speed except her. She walked over and stood over him.
He was trying to find a way. "I need to find out if there's any way of finding Alix before he finds me." Abby nodded. She didn't interrupt and instead let him do his thing. This wasn't anything new to him. He was a trained investigator and knew exactly what he was doing when he didn't really have the time.
"Are you tracking the cell signal?"
"Yeah. One of the things you find with copycats, is that they don't really know how to commit crimes. Alix is only going to find me here and if so.. we need to find a way to find him. He mostly likely has the same phone that he had in Miami."
Ryan typed it in and on the signal tracker, he got a hit. "Where?" Wolfe's eyes widened at the result on the screen. Alix's phone was in the building, which meant he was inside NCIS with a concealed weapon in attempt to find Ryan Wolfe and kill him. "Abby. Lock up your lab." He got up and pulled his weapon. "Ryan - you're going to get killed!" "Wouldn't be the first time there's a price on my head. I'm not making you vulnerable by keeping me here. I have to be the one to get rid of him."
Before she could protest, he left her lab. Abby panicked. Something was happening. It was awfully quiet. And nobody had pressed the button for a lockdown. Plus, nobody heard that Henley had been escorted out of the building which meant one of two things. The security was slow- or Killian had escaped custody. And that was one of the worst things that could be happening. Abby pressed the lockdown button and awaited for thr lockdown to take place in her lab, praying the CSI would be okay.
Ryan drew his weapon as he travelled up the staircase. He couldn't take any chances with his not having his weapon drawn. Not since he was shot in the eye. One of the most damaging places. As he make his way up the stairs, he heard footsteps. But it wasn't a surprise there was someone there. The NCIS headquarters was a big place. Only this time he was looking for two serial bombers with a decency to kill. Jenny was right. It would be a shoot to kill situation.
He pushed the door and walked into the hallway. It wasn't so quiet there. People were gathering their stuff and running. People hiding under their desks or drawing their weapons too.
"What happened?" Tony asked as he walked over quickly to his cousin.
"Killian killed the agent escorting him, and is now with Bayer. The one who wants me dead."
The Italian was about to respond, when gunshots started flying. Ryan dove onto the ground and rolled, avoiding being in any sight. DiNozzo just ducked. He still didn't know how Ryan even knew how to do that. "Extra, much?" "No." Wolfe replied, peering over and seeing Bayer on his own with a semi automatic pistol. Government standard issued. Probably the security guard's missing weapon.
"Not coming after me, Wolfe? Scared I'll shoot?"
"I think you should be scared of me once I start shooting. You'll end up with a bullet to the head soon enough."
Ryan immediately stood up and fired a shot. He hit Alix in the arm with pristine aim. "Ow!" The man screeched, clasping his bleeding arm. That wasn't part of his plan. Ryan wasn't supposed to shoot him like that. And he wasn't supposed to hit him the way he did. "You're going to pay for that!" He scampered off and was soon out of sight.
The young CSI wasn't going to let him get away. Not yet. "Ryan. I'm coming with you." Ryan was ready to refuse his cousin's help. But he couldn't face them alone with two to one. "Okay, Tony. But this isn't D.C. style - this is Miami style."
